Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Please write: jarrod749@aol.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Mikey, Stepdad and Unca Jimmy. Chapter 17.
Long....long moments passed with the boys bonded there, and Jamie actually dozed under his new master. I don't think Brady did. His eyes were closed, and occasionally he nuzzled Jamie's face, ear, shoulder, and the back of his head. One last shiver and spasm seemed to shake Brady out of his joyful naked on naked, skins-to-skins feel of being with his toy for the afternoon. He raised up on his hands, his half-hard wick oozed from Jamie, and he stumbled off the bed and to his shower.
Jamie was aware of what was up, and when Brady returned wrapped in a towel, he waled Jamie's tail, and said, "Getcher pants on dude, and let's get you home."
Brady wanted Jame to be naked except for his pants, and while the kid pulled 'em on, Brady was tying the sneaker laces, and laid them over Jamie's shoulder stuffed with his socks, boxers and tee.
With an arm around his bare shoulder, rubbing it some, he walked the boy down to the car and they took off for home. With hardly a word, Brady drove down into town and when he pulled up to Jame's house, he patted his bare knee, and said, we'll be having your 'cummin' out' party right soon, young dude...I'll letchu know, hear?"
Jamie nodded excitedly, and got out....watching blankly as he slammed the door and Brady left fumes in his face and was gone.
He padded up the steps to his room, and wanted to get a nice long shower and arrange his brain in some semblance of order before dinner and homework, then got a pained shiver shock! He heaved his sneaks into the wall, and was angry. Brady lied to him! HE DIDN'T GIVE HIM ANY MONEY!!! "Damn!" he cried out...his eyes were even welling up, as he yelled, Damn!" one more time, and flopped his naked ass to the bed, burying his head in the pillow.
Finally over it some, he got up and showered and spiffed himself up all bright and squeaky, and with a bit more life in his step, he strolled naked through the hall to his room again, and started picking up his stuff, and getting dressed for dinner. He yanked his dirty socks out of the sneaks, and "Oh! Oh!" he wowed himself all up. A twenty dollar bill fell on the floor at his bare feet. He snapped it up and kissed it, and held it up above him with both hands pulling it open, and with a renewed vigor, stashed it in his clean Docker cargoes, and hit the stairs in a new pair of socks, Nike tee, and Joe Boxer shorts....all Mikey's....for dinner.
Mikey, Stepdad and Unca Jimmy. Chapter 17
As evening passed uneventfully for Jamie, back at Willow, Unca Jimmy was calling Mikey, asking him to round up his stepdad, and come over to help him move some stuff.
"A'kay Unca Jim...I'll find dad and we'll be over soon's we kin," Mikey was answering.
Mike told his mother he was hunting up dad outside, and they'd be going down the street to Uncle Jimmy's for a while.
In moments, Mikey was bounding down the back stairs, and out to the garage. "Hey, Dad, Unca Jim wants some help over to his house....and asked for us to go down."
"Okay, son, I'll be just a minute here, and we'll go find out whut mess your Uncle's got himself into."
In moments they switched off the garage light, and with an arm around Mike's shoulder, Ed and his stepson took off for Jim's.
When they got there they went through the garage and into the house. Jim had his occasional live-in gal pal, but for the moment was living alone. When they went through the back rooms, the only light was coming from the living room. As they got to the doorway, there was Jim, sprawled out in his boxers at full frontal massage, with only the flickering light coming from the porn video playing on the TV, and glistening off the moistness of his swollen cockhead.
Ed broke out in a smile and Mikey gawked at the screen, then sheepishly grinned up at his stepfather. They eased themselves over to the couch where Jim was working his hog. Ed slouched into the couch a few inches to Jim's right, while Mikey folded himself down to the floor between them. With Ed's look into his face, Jim revealed himself to be at full lech as he smiled back, and nodded down at Mikey, who was alternately picking up a few pointers on the screen, and looking back and up at the men from his perch between them on the floor.
Without a word, they reached hands under Mikey's pits, and hoisted him up, then face down across their laps. Man, it had only been a few weeks since Mikey entered the world of sex play, but he sure loved every bit of it.
Mike turned his head toward the action on the screen while Jim pulled his shirt off of him, and Ed pushed down his shorts, boxers, sneaks and socks. Ed's fingers dug into the boy's toes and between, squeezing and massaging, getting a grunt of satisfaction from Mikey, who also hunched his growing boy peter into Jim's right leg. Jim nuzzled his ear and said, "I feel yuh, l'il dude....we gonna make yuh feel real fine, huh?"
"Ummm, yeh, ohyeh, Unca Jim, ummmm, yehhhhhhhhhhhuhhh."
Ed bent Mike's legs up in the air, and worked his fingers 'round the boy's balls, and twisted gently, squeezed, getting a jerk from Mike, and then he bent down and kissed the boy's tail smile. "Ummmmm," Mike gooed, and Jim moved out to the left more, so he could have the kid work his meat for him.
In a few seconds, Mike's whole body was rippling in waves of action, his head turned into Jimmy's humping crotch working on that beer can of a prick, "Schlkkk, pwuck, shlupp," his lower boy body hunching the couch, and everything wigglin' and squirmin' in response to Ed's fingers and tongue working their way into the boy's tool box.
Some girlie squeals and moans emanated from the now all but ignored TV, while the men entertained the young dude in their laps. Somewhere in the back of the boy's mind, the moans and squeals were providing background to the pleasure feels he was enjoying.
He performed a little harmony when he squealed along with the TV as his stepfather's tongue sank through those pussy lips that literally swirled around in a mini-circle in response to that squiggling rasper as it tickled his insides. Mikey couldn't believe how wild his dad's tongue made him, as he wormed, and wiggled and squirmed on the men's laps and humped the couch.
Ed's tongue was joined by first one, then a second finger, which then replaced the tongue and while that tongue stuck out the corner of Ed's straining face, those fingers dug so deep....and deeper, and then began to pumping frantically as the boy bounced around on his lap. Mikey's mouth opened, as Unca Jim's cock hung on his lips, the boy shrilly moaned out loud, and his whole body shook....
Ed knew whut was up, and whipped him over on his back and pumped his boy's prick madly and bent down taking the boy's cockhead into his mouth and in an almost hysterical rant, the bucking boy shot wad after wad of Mikey jam into Ed's mouth.
Jim smiled that knowing smile of the male who watches another cum....that so knowing smile that comes from knowing the feeling, and the joy, and seeing another guy get his nut. Wow! There is nothing like it! Seeing it! Or feeling it! Jim had all to do to keep from wacking his load off in response to his nephew's wadoff.
Mikey was barely out of the throes of his boy'gasm, when Jim lifted him to his lap, and felt for his pucker hole, fingered him two chubby fingers in there and bucked the kid around, until he squeezed his cockhead hard and into the kid's slicked up toy box.
"Ugnhhhhh!" Mikey grunted, and that huge prick oozed through the outer ring, and frictioned his tailpipe as it slithered to glory and rooted the kid to his curly hairs. Jim hugged the boy to him, ran his tongue across his chin and lips and kissed him hard and deep as he pumped up a bounce into him. "Ummmpphh," Mikey sounded, as his stepdad now eased him back to lay right back on his uncle's outstretched legs, and down toward the floor. Ed kneeled, straddling Jim's legs, and laid the boy's head down between his own upper thighs, as he fed his meat through Mikey's lips. Ed wasn't near as thick as Jim in the cock department but was about an inch longer, about 7" in all....more than enough to challenge the depths of the boy's throat. Mikey happily moaned at the familiar feel and taste of his newly close stepfather.
To the surprise of both men, in spite having just shot his load, Mikey started arching up, and bouncing his tail over his uncle's straining cock rail, and the position change sent his dad's cock through his throat hole and he started to gag and choke and flail around. Ed smoothed his palm over Mike's jerking throat, eased his prick out slowly, and Mikey, wheezed, coughed, spluttered, and reached up taking Ed's rock hard cock in his fingers, and again guided it all the way back down his throat.
Oh my....whutta scene...Ed at Unca Jim's feet hunching forward, long- cocking his stepson's face. The boy's head jutted up and back, his throat 'glucking', with each power pummel. Then, Mikey's washboard stomach was arching up and down in a wave with his tail impaled on his uncle's beer can prick. The tingles from the fiery friction fever of the surging monster up his toybox sent shivers over and over, coursing the length of the kid's body from nose to toes, and the unmistakable, involuntary, precum bucking started inside Mikey....both men felt it...they knew and they were so on fire they wanted it fast....nowwwwwwwww! They all shot their loads. It was beautiful. Mikey shot a three foot strung out, creamy rope that arched right up into Ed's face, followed by three more super spurts of two feet, one foot, and then a dribble-ooze down his cock and knuckles into his hairless pubes.
In spite of getting a three foot Mikey power shot right in the puss, Ed was so wracked in his own cum, that as he shook inside prior to eruption, he threw his head back and bucked furiously three times before the first wash of man cream shot down Mikey's throat without the benefit of taste....then as Ed pulled back, the second shot banged of the roof of Mikey's mouth, and the third in an arch across Mike's belly to join his own creamy spoo in his pubes. Ed's cum was fierce, and plopped a handsome puddle at the root of Mikey's dick and in his belly button, where it bubbled and shimmered in the dim flickering TV light, with Mike's still heaving breaths.
While all this action's going on, Unca Jimmy was pumping up unmercifully into Mike's tail and shooting a mansized load of spooge, he fully intended to suck out of his nephew's poop chute.
Mikey's black brush cut was sopped, and his belly damp in sweat that glistened. Mikey's fair skin, dimples, and cobalt blue eyes captured all comers, and his dad and uncle were no exceptions. Ed started to creak his way up to his full six feet, and low fived his son for a fine feed fuck. As the boy lay on his uncle's legs angled down to the floor against Jim's feet tops....Ed asked, "You wanna sleep over with Uncle Jim tonight, boy?"
Mike's big smile said it all, and Ed said his good nights, heading out and home. Mike could shower at Jim's and get down the street to get his school stuff in the morning with no problem. As Ed left, Jim hunched a pulsing still hard cock up Mikey's spooged, leaking and gooey hole. As he pulled Mike up to sitting, he said, "So boy....you wanna?"
Mike's face screwed up in a question, and Jim said, "Fuck, dude!"
A smile replaced the query, and Mike yowled, "Fuck yeh, Unca Jim....let's fuck....allllllllll night!!!!"
"I got a surprise for you boy...let's get your butt up here so I can suck up some jam fum yur pretty boy pussy."
They were both on hands and knees, as Jimmy burrowed in the furrow and supped up the leakage from his joyful cock burst. Mikey was again getting crazy and was whipping his young 5+ incher again, that never softened.
Then with Mike still on his knees, there was no more tongue action, and after some rustling behind him, all went quiet. Mike turned and looked behind....and this was a sight to behold. There was his Uncle Jimmy, on his back, feet in the air, his arms locked under his knees....
Mikey turned and faced him now, and looked weirdly, as if to say, "Watcha doin' Unca Jim?"
Jimmy didn't wait for a question and said, "Well, boy....you wanna?"
Mikey said, "Whut Unca Jim?"
"FUCK, dude!"
"Yuh mean me, Unca Jim.....meeee....me fuck....you?"
Nodding crazily with a big smile, Jim kicked his feet in the air, and Mikey broke out in "Whoooooouppppp!" and assailed Jim's hole with a cock that had never, ever, been harder.....that young steel poker drove through Jimmy's hole like a jackhammer in butter. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, goddddddddddd. Unca Jimmy. Sooooo sooo gooooooood. I never felt soooooogoooood!
"Gawwwwwwwwd!" Mikey gave out with a deep throated growl..."Unca Jim...I don't uh ungh I can't uh, oh god I'm gonna....cummmmmmmmmmmm!"
The boy was so on fire his first thrust into fiery uncle hole set the poor fucker off and if he got off two strokes, that would have a lot. He was shaking...shuddering from the most fabulous spunkoff of his young life. He flopped forward, unable to stay up on his knees behind his Uncle who pulled him to his neck and slobber suck-kissed his neph's left ear, while he continued quaking in violent aftershocks. It was beautiful! And fum behind Mikey, his boy crease was flexing in and out, not so wide, but incessantly, from the uncontrollable pulsing inside the little waif. You can't see his little pucker winking back at you, but you feel like you can, standing there, rubbing your leaking prick....nnghhh.
While Mikey gets the fuck fun of his life with Unca Jimmy, back in Oden, Jamie spent a needed restful evening, occasionally pulling out the $20 bill Brady stuffed into his sneaker, after his afternoon with him. In one part of his mind he felt a glee beyond imagination, that he was 'cummin' into a reg'lar income...but there was a darkness there too, as his mind's eye whizzed past the scenes on the school lawn, in the team bus, the 2d floor boys room at school, the home and school rounds with Taylor's merciless, purply, angry, veiny horsecock, the parking lot and Pete....the girls watching him wack in the school hallway.....and whutever Brady had planned for a 'cummin' o ut party'.
An'ways, he was back at school, with four single dollar bills in his back pocket, as he left the 2d floor boys room. None of his tormentors showed up this morning...he stayed 4 bucks richer, patting the little wad in his back pocket with a weak smile and made his way to class.
At 10 was gym, and in his new duties as assistant team manager to Pete, he wouldn't be dressin' out with his buds for class, but would be with Pete, getting the equipment squared away for the next game. He pushed through the double doors of the inner room off the lockers, and Pete was already sorting through the sweat smelly uniforms, gear, towels and all, for the custodian to get washed. He smiled as he looked up seeing Jamie saunter through the door. "Com'on dude, let's help me get this stuff ready fer Jake, so's we can check the basketballs, and get ever'thin' ready fer shoot-around this afternoon."
As they made quick work of everything, Pete said, "Man, this is great havin' a 'sistant. We knocked off all'is stuff in no time....plus, that gives us plenty free time fer our selfs, eh?" patting Jamie's cheek, then palming the back of Jame's neck and pulling his face down into his fly.
Jamie stumbled forward and then as Pete pulled back from him, he made the kid drop to his knees where he wanted him. "Take it out man, and git goin'."
Jamie opened Pete's pants and pulled the kid's meat through his boxers' fly. "Jes' stick yer tongue at it...yeh, in and out, keep tongue jabbin' my piss hole fucker....ooooh, yehhhhhhhh, lemme see you slup my goo-leak...oooh yeh, do it...doooo it!" he squealed as he finally shoved his cock through Jame's lips.
"Keep me in yer mouth and strip yerself," Pete ordered Jame, who complied as quickly as he could. "A'kay, turn 'round, and show me your butt smile....pull 'em cheeks apart...yehhhhhh. Lick a finger shithead, and get it back in yur cunt, man, and get ready fer some funs."
Jamie licked his index finger and winced as he pushed through his hole gingerly.
Pete wasn't having any of this foolin' around and gripped Jamie's wrist, and rammed that finger up the boy's hole...."Yowwwwwwwww!!!" Jamie wailed. Pete worked the boy's wrist around and around, jabbing his insides with the kid's own finger, and then yelled, "And leave it in there fucker!" while he moved 'round in front of Jamie to get his wick lipped and soppy.
When Pete knew he was ready, he pulled out, pushed Jamie over onto his back into the pile of dirty team laundry, pulled Jamie's legs up, opening that boy pussy for some heavy duty plowin'. Gritting his teeth in a lecher boy smile, Pete grimaced as he tightened down on his beet red-headed prick and drove it through Jamie's asslips.
Grasping onto Pete's kneeling thighs, Jamie sucked in a breath, gasping from the initial surge of Pete's relentless cock, which drove through...and down....and bottomed with no hesitation for Jamie to get used to the invader. Once bottomed, Pete laughed, face-to-face with Jamie....then he pulled back in a quick short stroke, re-bottoming, hard enough to create a 'Thwumpphhkk' as pubes and boybutt collided with force enough to knock the wind out of Jamie again.
Jamie's pained face, with eyes big as saucers, blurred from tearing, searched Pete's face for some relenting sign, but there was none to be seen, as Pete broke into a powerful fuck rut like few Jamie had even in these last days of service to more boys than he could count. Pete's face was a picture of one determined fucker, and there was no stoppin' now. He rose up on his toes, and each thrust into his younger assistant, slid them both another foot or so through the laundry, till at end, with Jamie's head buried in smelly jocks, socks, underwear, towels and uniforms, the final ram jammin' sent Jamie's butt higher and higher, till Pete was practically straight up standing and pounding down into Jamie's tool box. Jamie's bare feet planted themselves over his head into the wall, and unmercifully, Pete yelled, "Take it you fucking dirthole!!!! Nnnnnnghhh! Huhuhuh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Nggggghhh!" and Pete pulsed his joywad down Jamie's tails-up chute, with absolutely no letup in the power of the pounding he adminstered that kid's ass.
Both boys hung there....suspended. Jamie's feet planted, soles and toes to the wall. Pete was leaning forward with his strong hands tightly maintaining their grip on the boy's ankles. When Pete's body-quaking cum finally ebbed, he looked down and smiled with the site of some kid's dirty jock draped over Jamie's nose.
'Shhlwukkkk!' Pete yanked his prick from Jamie's cum-drenched pucker. Whutta fabbo load! Pete's cock looked like a vanilla-iced cruller. Cum was layered over it, and oozing from Jamie's hole. Pete let Jamie flop back into the laundry again, and then kneel-straddled his face, casting off the socks and jocks from Jamie's face, he fed him his cruller fer a taste test....but not immediately. He shook his head, and asked, "Do you want it faggot?" to which Jamie nodded quickly, his tongue searching out from his lips.
"Uh-uh-uh! How bad do you gotta have it?" Pete coaxed.
"Please, Pe--SIR! Please...may I have yur cock? Jamie begged as Pete touched the cum-soppy tip to his tongue...then pulled it away quick. He continued his tease-tongue-touching for another few times, finally, asking, "Tell Petey whutcha gonna do fer dis very choice morsel, and if you are real...REAL....convincing....I MIGHT let you suck it."
With his neck craned, his head lurched forward with each tease, the tongue darting out, he pleaded, "Oh, sir, I will.....lick....it for you...make it....all slick and....shiney for you, and make....you....phhhwuoff!" Jamie was cut off as Pete shoved the cummy cock into the kid's mouth, where his tongue and lips made swift work of sucking every last remnant of boy sperms from Pete's tube of boy joy.
As Pete took his cock from Jamie's mouth in its yet near hard state, he pounded it all around Jamie's face as he said, "While you working as team 'sistant manager, jus' 'member....dis 'Smack!' cock 'Smack!' works fer me 'Smack!' and you, 'Smack!' queerboy, 'SMACK!'....work for IT!!!!"
Jamie's reflexive blinking and head bobbing back and away, ducking the relentless cock beating, amplified his so pitiful position under Pete there, in the dirty clothes on the floor, as he looked up, pleadingly, but as firmly as could be, said, "YES! SIR!"
Jamie got THAT right.
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